Me and birthdays, not really friends. When you have a summer birthday and you can't act like a bigshot in school on your Big Day, it engenders a sort of resentment against the whole process. Plus, my family didn't celebrate birthdays for a good chunk of my youth, so that bred a lot of the life out of it. We were those people that knocked your front
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This year I had dinner with my family, then went out to a club by myself because no one else felt like going and I didn't want to guilt them into it with "but it's my Birthday." I had a great time anyways.
But this isn't about me, it's about you. Happy birthday. May the shovel of truth shower you with gifts.
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